He is young, my English teacher, and it will make my next move that much easier. There’s something about him though, this hardly veiled violence I sense. It makes me shiver in apprehension. It won't stop me, though. I need a good grade. I am failing English, it’s obvious. I can't help it, I'm not good at English, never was. But I need an A in this class, or else I'll never get into the college I want. I wait until the entire class has left and approach his desk. "Sir, may I speak to you?" I ask.
He stares at me for a moment. I know how it looks, a girl in a short skirt, legs tan and smooth, a top barely concealing the ample cleavage, asking to talk to the teacher. I just hope he will say yes. "Yes, Miss Taylor, what is it?"
I take a deep breath. No matter how it looks, I’m not used to this. "Sir, I was hoping I could persuade you to give me a good grade in your class."
One perfectly sculpted black brow raises. "Oh? Is that why you have been staring?"
I blush. I hadn't thought it was that apparent. "Yes, sir."
"You are well aware that though you are, by law, a legal adult, all student/teacher relationships are absolutely not allowed. I could lose everything I have worked for at the school."
"Yes, sir. But I won't breathe a word to anyone, ever. Just please?"
I see his look change, hardening and glinting in lust, and swallow.
"Fine, but you're not going to like it."
I just nod. It’s my last class, so when he beckons for me to follow him, I do. The short walk to his car is painful. He opens the front passenger seat and I take a deep breath, this is it, no going back now. I slide in. He comes around quickly and drives out of the parking lot. He has an apartment nearby. "You ready?" he asks as he leads me up the stairs.
"Yes."
He walks me through his rooms and opens the door to his bedroom, closing and locking the door. I wonder if he is locking others out, or me in. "Strip," he commands.
I kick off my shoes and quickly remove my clothing, my garments in a rumpled heap next to my feet. I'm proud of my body, but under his scrutiny I feel the urge to cover myself in shame. He walks around me, a finger trailing around my stomach and to my lower back. I can feel his clothing against my back, his hot breath at my neck, and his cock digging against my ass. His knee shoves my legs apart and one of his hands travels down my abdomen to where my dark curls hide my hole. I am surprised to find myself grow moist, my nipples hardening at his touch.
His finger presses again my clit and my legs lose their balance. He steadies me by inserting a finger deep inside of me, holding me up by his hand. I feel his teeth at my neck biting me and I shudder against him. A second finger finds itself past my folds and I gasp at the intrusion, it feels wonderful. His wrist twists and pumps in me for a minute before he jerks his hand away. Without his support I fall to my knees, my head bowed.
I hear the rustling of clothing and feel his knee jerk against my back in a hard nudge. My head jerks up and I turn around. "Suck it."
I stare. I can't help it. He's big; it's that simple. My tongue licks his tip and I feel him jerk. I grow more confident and take just the tip of him in my mouth, sucking hard. My hands rest on his hips and I feel his fingers thread through my hair. His hold tightens and he thrusts against my mouth fast. I struggle not to gag as he fucks my mouth roughly. My teeth abrade him gently at each jerk of his hands. Just as swiftly he pulls me from him, his hand lashes out and strikes me on the cheek hard. I hold back tears and stare at the ground, the force of his hand knocks me over and I scramble to stand.
His hands grip my arms painfully and he jerks my body to his, so that I am pressed against him. His cock is between my legs; I can feel its pulsing heat pressing against me. He drags me over to the bed. Pulling out a set of handcuffs from his bedside drawer, he loops them around a pole attached to his wall and ties me to it. My arms stretch painfully, my toes barely reaching the floor. Opening his drawer again, he grabs these weird looking pincer-like things.
"Do you know what these are?"
I shake my head. He smiles, and attaches them to my hard nipples. I gasp in shock as the weighted metal pulls against my breasts, creating sensations that shoot through my body. He pushes me slightly and I sway, the tugs on my nipples making my eyes roll back into my head.
He smiles, a humorless dark smile. "Now you begin to understand."
He reaches into the drawer yet again and pulls out a long string of beads, each ball getting slightly bigger as the strand goes. I gulp; I can't help it.
"Are you a virgin?" he asks.
I hesitate. "Uh, yes."
"Interesting. Why are you doing this?" He walks near me as he talks.
He smells good, musky like sex. It's an interesting smell. I try to concentrate. "Because I need the grade."
A rough slap echoes through the room and it takes me a minute to realize he hit me. When I do, pain flows through my body. He slaps my ass again, and I gasp. The stinging takes all my concentration and yet, I feel totally centered on this one man and the feelings that he makes me feel. My pussy is dripping. I can feel the soft slide of my cream oozing down the inside of my thigh. It makes me blush. The slaps stop and I tense, waiting for his next move.
I feel his arms around me. His chest is pressing against the pincers and they are digging into my flesh painfully, it makes me gasp. He hears it and I can feel him smile against my neck.
I feel the beads run down my back and shudder. His hands spread my cheeks and I feel him press one bead inside of me. The feeling is so foreign my body rebels against it, my hips pressing away from his hands and against his body. He holds me tight and pushes another one inside of me. "Now, darling, I want you to do something for me," he whispers in my ear. I nod. "I want you to wrap your legs around my hips tight."
I listen, using my stomach muscles to lift my legs. They hook around his waist and I instantly feel even more exposed than before. He pushes in another bead. I can feel as they get larger, and it makes me shudder. Two more and I buck furiously away, to no avail. My body feels full and it hurts, but to my embarrassment, I feel myself grow wetter. With each buck, the pincers jerked my nipples and I cry out at the shooting pain that flows from them straight to my aching cunt.
All of a sudden I feel him at my entrance, his tip poking shallowly into me. His finger pushes against the beads in my ass hard and I buck against him again. Only this time I slide onto him as I do. I freeze. He's so big and I can feel myself grow wider. He pushes again, and uses the other hand to pull unto the little strings attached to the pincers. I move against him, I can't help it. He slides deeper into me and is right at my barrier. Both hands hold my waist and he flashes me an evil smirk. "Poor little virgin, this is going to hurt."
He plunges into me and I scream as he fills me as deep as he can. It hurts – my God does it hurt. His fingers dig into my hips and he pounds into me. It stops hurting. I moan as pleasure washes over me in waves. Every time he comes into me, my shoulders jerk at their bonds, the pincers drag my nipples, and the beads grind themselves together inside of me. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. I moan as I come, my body tingling, my inner muscles squeezing around him. With a strangled shout, he buries himself into me one last time before coming. His seed flows from him and into me, trickling out and down my thighs. I grow limp against him, my body feeling abused. It feels so good.
I faintly feel him pull the beads from me, undo the pincers, and untie me. I see blood and semen on my thighs and I grin. He sees my smile and grins too. "Well, well, looks like my little student enjoys pain. How intriguing."
He cleans me tenderly with a wet towel. All trace of the dominating man is gone. His hands run on my body, lavishing attention to all the sore places, and he's careful not to hurt me anymore. These new feelings make me want to crawl into his lap and purr like a kitten. I've been gloriously abused and now... now I feel amazing.
"And yes, you can have your A," he says with a slight smile.
"Thank you."
"You’re welcome."
I get dressed and leave. Briefly, I wonder how I'm going to face him tomorrow, but I then realize that it doesn't matter – I got my grade.
He stares at me for a moment. I know how it looks, a girl in a short skirt, legs tan and smooth, a top barely concealing the ample cleavage, asking to talk to the teacher. I just hope he will say yes. "Yes, Miss Taylor, what is it?"
I take a deep breath. No matter how it looks, I’m not used to this. "Sir, I was hoping I could persuade you to give me a good grade in your class."
One perfectly sculpted black brow raises. "Oh? Is that why you have been staring?"
I blush. I hadn't thought it was that apparent. "Yes, sir."
"You are well aware that though you are, by law, a legal adult, all student/teacher relationships are absolutely not allowed. I could lose everything I have worked for at the school."
"Yes, sir. But I won't breathe a word to anyone, ever. Just please?"
I see his look change, hardening and glinting in lust, and swallow.
"Fine, but you're not going to like it."
I just nod. It’s my last class, so when he beckons for me to follow him, I do. The short walk to his car is painful. He opens the front passenger seat and I take a deep breath, this is it, no going back now. I slide in. He comes around quickly and drives out of the parking lot. He has an apartment nearby. "You ready?" he asks as he leads me up the stairs.
"Yes."
He walks me through his rooms and opens the door to his bedroom, closing and locking the door. I wonder if he is locking others out, or me in. "Strip," he commands.
I kick off my shoes and quickly remove my clothing, my garments in a rumpled heap next to my feet. I'm proud of my body, but under his scrutiny I feel the urge to cover myself in shame. He walks around me, a finger trailing around my stomach and to my lower back. I can feel his clothing against my back, his hot breath at my neck, and his cock digging against my ass. His knee shoves my legs apart and one of his hands travels down my abdomen to where my dark curls hide my hole. I am surprised to find myself grow moist, my nipples hardening at his touch.
His finger presses again my clit and my legs lose their balance. He steadies me by inserting a finger deep inside of me, holding me up by his hand. I feel his teeth at my neck biting me and I shudder against him. A second finger finds itself past my folds and I gasp at the intrusion, it feels wonderful. His wrist twists and pumps in me for a minute before he jerks his hand away. Without his support I fall to my knees, my head bowed.
I hear the rustling of clothing and feel his knee jerk against my back in a hard nudge. My head jerks up and I turn around. "Suck it."
I stare. I can't help it. He's big; it's that simple. My tongue licks his tip and I feel him jerk. I grow more confident and take just the tip of him in my mouth, sucking hard. My hands rest on his hips and I feel his fingers thread through my hair. His hold tightens and he thrusts against my mouth fast. I struggle not to gag as he fucks my mouth roughly. My teeth abrade him gently at each jerk of his hands. Just as swiftly he pulls me from him, his hand lashes out and strikes me on the cheek hard. I hold back tears and stare at the ground, the force of his hand knocks me over and I scramble to stand.
His hands grip my arms painfully and he jerks my body to his, so that I am pressed against him. His cock is between my legs; I can feel its pulsing heat pressing against me. He drags me over to the bed. Pulling out a set of handcuffs from his bedside drawer, he loops them around a pole attached to his wall and ties me to it. My arms stretch painfully, my toes barely reaching the floor. Opening his drawer again, he grabs these weird looking pincer-like things.
"Do you know what these are?"
I shake my head. He smiles, and attaches them to my hard nipples. I gasp in shock as the weighted metal pulls against my breasts, creating sensations that shoot through my body. He pushes me slightly and I sway, the tugs on my nipples making my eyes roll back into my head.
He smiles, a humorless dark smile. "Now you begin to understand."
He reaches into the drawer yet again and pulls out a long string of beads, each ball getting slightly bigger as the strand goes. I gulp; I can't help it.
"Are you a virgin?" he asks.
I hesitate. "Uh, yes."
"Interesting. Why are you doing this?" He walks near me as he talks.
He smells good, musky like sex. It's an interesting smell. I try to concentrate. "Because I need the grade."
A rough slap echoes through the room and it takes me a minute to realize he hit me. When I do, pain flows through my body. He slaps my ass again, and I gasp. The stinging takes all my concentration and yet, I feel totally centered on this one man and the feelings that he makes me feel. My pussy is dripping. I can feel the soft slide of my cream oozing down the inside of my thigh. It makes me blush. The slaps stop and I tense, waiting for his next move.
I feel his arms around me. His chest is pressing against the pincers and they are digging into my flesh painfully, it makes me gasp. He hears it and I can feel him smile against my neck.
I feel the beads run down my back and shudder. His hands spread my cheeks and I feel him press one bead inside of me. The feeling is so foreign my body rebels against it, my hips pressing away from his hands and against his body. He holds me tight and pushes another one inside of me. "Now, darling, I want you to do something for me," he whispers in my ear. I nod. "I want you to wrap your legs around my hips tight."
I listen, using my stomach muscles to lift my legs. They hook around his waist and I instantly feel even more exposed than before. He pushes in another bead. I can feel as they get larger, and it makes me shudder. Two more and I buck furiously away, to no avail. My body feels full and it hurts, but to my embarrassment, I feel myself grow wetter. With each buck, the pincers jerked my nipples and I cry out at the shooting pain that flows from them straight to my aching cunt.
All of a sudden I feel him at my entrance, his tip poking shallowly into me. His finger pushes against the beads in my ass hard and I buck against him again. Only this time I slide onto him as I do. I freeze. He's so big and I can feel myself grow wider. He pushes again, and uses the other hand to pull unto the little strings attached to the pincers. I move against him, I can't help it. He slides deeper into me and is right at my barrier. Both hands hold my waist and he flashes me an evil smirk. "Poor little virgin, this is going to hurt."
He plunges into me and I scream as he fills me as deep as he can. It hurts – my God does it hurt. His fingers dig into my hips and he pounds into me. It stops hurting. I moan as pleasure washes over me in waves. Every time he comes into me, my shoulders jerk at their bonds, the pincers drag my nipples, and the beads grind themselves together inside of me. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. I moan as I come, my body tingling, my inner muscles squeezing around him. With a strangled shout, he buries himself into me one last time before coming. His seed flows from him and into me, trickling out and down my thighs. I grow limp against him, my body feeling abused. It feels so good.
I faintly feel him pull the beads from me, undo the pincers, and untie me. I see blood and semen on my thighs and I grin. He sees my smile and grins too. "Well, well, looks like my little student enjoys pain. How intriguing."
He cleans me tenderly with a wet towel. All trace of the dominating man is gone. His hands run on my body, lavishing attention to all the sore places, and he's careful not to hurt me anymore. These new feelings make me want to crawl into his lap and purr like a kitten. I've been gloriously abused and now... now I feel amazing.
"And yes, you can have your A," he says with a slight smile.
"Thank you."
"You’re welcome."
I get dressed and leave. Briefly, I wonder how I'm going to face him tomorrow, but I then realize that it doesn't matter – I got my grade.
